Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.